What happened so far ...

this is my story

this is my story

"You don't just have a story - you're a story in the making, and you never know what the next chapter's going to be. That's what makes it exciting."

Dan Millman

"You don't just have a story - you're a story in the making, and you never know what the next chapter's going to be. That's what makes it exciting."

Dan Millman

We always get asked what clothes to bring to Iceland - make sure you pack proper rainwear! Stutterheim coats are beautiful, high quality pieces that make rainwear fashionable and you will stand out in those pictures you are most definitely going to take.

Hi, I am Linda.

Previously living in Hannover, Münster, Gelsenkirchen, Duisburg, and Cologne (all big Germany cities). Previously running a fashion- and lifestyle blog named ’Like A Riot'. Previously in search of honest happiness, infinite freedom, myself and a home that was supposed to be more than just four walls.

I found my best friend in first year of secondary school. I've always been restless, especially in my mind and heart. When I met her, I all of a sudden had someone to be restless with, to develop my daydreams further, someone to spend hours of pondering and plotting the future with - while everyone around us just rolled their eyes. We right away shared our biggest dreams and hopes and understood each other perfectly, without words, even. By others, we most of the time got labeled as weirdos. It only took a few months and we were so close that everyone in school thought our friendship would be odd, especially since we preferred to spend our free time painting and writing poems over drinking in the clubs with friends. We didn’t see how spending 24/7 could be unusual, we laughed together until everything hurt, we always lived in the now (but never in the here) and didn't bother that much about consequences, we wanted to conquer the world and therefore created a far far away, magical reality in our minds. So obviously, we became a ‘lone pack’ and roamed through the “Mordors” and “Lothloriens” we’ve created in our heads, alone.

We shared something else - an infinitive love for the great outdoors. We went to climbing camp, several times, hiked the mountains of Austria, Switzerland and South Tyrol together, slept in our parent's backyards just to see the stars and rode our bikes to our fav’ lake every single afternoon during summer break. We lived outside. We loved nature. We tried new hobbies every other month and couldn’t wait to finally be old enough to start traveling the world.

After school, we both moved out of town, I began my apprenticeship and Caro university and I started a new hobby - the previously mentioned ’Like A Riot' blog - to share the pictures I took while traveling with my then boyfriend. In 2012 Caro and I both finished our educations, my relationship ended and us girls moved in together, started blogging together, full time and self-employed (we always wanted to be independent job-wise and work in the creative field, anyway) and thought we would be in a pretty good spot. We needed an outlet for all the things going on in our heads and a blog seemed to be the perfect platform, so we rented an apartment downtown Cologne and concentrated on nothing but that new job and project of ours.

What started as a great adventure more and more became some sort of a burden. We got carried away by 'what all other bloggers are doing' and sometimes our stomachs got twisted because of all the events we suddenly were a part of and which just felt so weirdly wrong. Loners by heart we didn’t fit into that huge fashion crowd we suddenly were a part of. We felt as misplaced as we did back in school. Even though we’d always been led by our hearts all of a sudden we let our heads dictate tempo and actions - more of this, more of that, more followers, more topics and none of it actually made sense. The knots in our chests got bigger and bigger and we didn't really do anything about it. The love for the job constantly decreased but we just couldn’t give up ‘cause we thought that would mean burying our dream of independence.

In the end it doesn't matter how much you are willing to work to reach a goal - if your head says 'yes' but your heart screams 'no' and you still continue to follow your head then you might, of course, get somewhere but most certainly you won't ever reach a goal that truly makes you happy. Not happiness like in feeling content and no happiness like in peace of mind. Instead of stepping back and looking at the bigger picture, we always tried new things and had countless 'fresh new starts', put all our eggs in one basket, over and over again - without even knowing if we could actually financially survive as bloggers. Yet, we didn't doubt our choice for one second, 'though the future was nothing but uncertain and we both more and more torn.

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We continuously increased our workload to get bigger, get better, be more professional, work on more projects and our friendship started to be afflicted by it. We overthought, discussed, tried to change something but every single time our heads won over our hearts and told us that we just had to keep going and try even harder.

We were spiraling.

 

Of course, we had amazing moments because of the blog. We loved taking pictures and writing concepts but nothing seemed to work as well as street-style look or writing in-depth about our private life - both not really our greatest passion, to say the last.  Struggling between what felt right and what worked best we shared more and more about our most private thoughts and emotions and got sucked into piling up clothes we never really wore, make-up we never really put on and lifestyle products we never really used. And we felt incredibly uncomfortable doing so.

Something else changed. Living in a big city like Cologne, we never really got out into the woods, anymore. No camping, no hiking, no biking. Great Outdoors and nature were out of reach. We felt drained and didn’t have a clue, why. We lost track of what once made us so extremely happy. We didn't have a hobby anymore, just the job and it took all our time and all our dedication.

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In 2015, we went on a trip that changed life completely.

We spent a whole summer in Iceland. (It's been my dream, forever and when we went to Iceland for a long weekend in 2013, my dream also became Caro's dream.) It’s been 2014, a night of wine and talk and we remembered how we used to dream about moving abroad. In a split-second, we decided to give it a try, for one summer at least. We moved back to our hometown Hannover and into our childhood bedrooms to save some money. We worked even harder to bring up the amount needed to go abroad for almost three months. It took us a year to gather the money and A LOT of research and planning. But once the decision was made there was no going back. So we booked our flights and home away from home and jumped into the deep end.

Sitting on the plane to Keflavík in May '15 we had no clue how much this idea - formed on a warm summer day in our shared apartment in Cologne - would turn both our lives upside down. We landed, drove through those magical landscapes and all of a sudden had such an overwhelming 'this is it' feeling. As if this would be exactly where we had to be, where we were supposed to be, even. We arrived at the converted garage which we were about to call home for the next 96 days. It was tiny, sordid and smelly - and yet, we absolutely loved it. We settled in and enjoyed every single minute of cleaning, rearranging and organizing our stuff. The walks along the shore. The grocery shopping. The fresh air.

One week later we hit the bars. In one of them, Caro met Logi. (Imagine they would have known they would get married two years later, twentieth of September 2017). The three of us explored Logi's incredible home country in his old blue Chevrolet during summer 2015. We gazed at waterfalls, danced in the wind and bathed in hot rivers. More and more, we fell in love with the land of fire and ice. The last week of our stay I met Einar. (We got married twelfth of October 2017.) When we sat on the plane back to Germany by the end of summer 2015 we were filled to the brink with happy memories but our hearts got torn apart more and more with every additional mile between us and Iceland. Back home, everything felt somehow surreal. After a few days, we were completely drained and it seemed like all our happiness got lost somewhere over the Atlantic ocean. One week later we booked our return trip to the secluded island in the Far North. Then another one in November,

this time without a return ticket.

End of 2015 we were completely certain - we wanted to, we needed to stay in Iceland - it was where we completely and utterly felt at home. The four of us moved into our first shared apartment in January 2016, in August the same year, our cat Pommes moved in. That winter, we danced under the Northern Lights, celebrated Christmas miles and miles away from our families, we spent NYE drinking Cider in a hot pot somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

In January 2017 we all got engaged, in July the four of us moved into a house next to the ocean and adopted our second cat Mausi from the shelter. We were happy. We were content. Iceland changed us in so many ways. We were no longer in search of a place to call home, we WERE home. We didn't go through life as stressed as we used to, anymore, we adapted the relaxed lifestyle of the Icelanders. When we were roaming around in the wild and breathtaking nature we felt our hearts beat for this amazing country.

End of 2017 we finally realized what was missing to complete and utter happiness. The blog as it was, the fashion and lifestyle page “Like A Riot” was nothing more than dragging us down and for the first time in all those years, we admitted it to ourselves. This wasn’t us, this wasn't what we were passionate about. So we let go - one moment to the other. We decided to start a whole new chapter.

So we founded ‘Dear Heima’ (Heima is the Icelandic word for home). We realized that we now had all the possibilities to hike and bike and camp, again so we started to get the much-needed gear. Donated most of the old ‘fashion blogger’ clothes. Got a brand new design. And created a virtual home for all the things we are truly passionate about.

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Summer 2018 had passed and Caro realized that blogging and Social Media wasn't for her, anymore. After five years of blogging and a year of going back and forth between keeping it up and finally letting go, she decided to do the latter. Caro is chasing another dream now and I just know she will do great. Her love for nature is as grand as ever and she pursues gardening, biking, and photography these days. We still dream dreams together - like writing a book and opening up a little guesthouse - and judged by our past and story I am quite certain that we will turn it into reality, someday soon. As for the website and accompanying Social Channels it is now my joy to continue working on what we've built together.

This website is written from my heart, not my head. It’s filled with what I truly love. Iceland, the northern hemisphere, traveling and above all: outdoor adventures. It's an ode to my home and to life.

Einar and I recently bought an apartment in Reykjanesbær, Caro and Logi bought one in Hafnarfjörður. We fully emigrated from Germany and immigrated to Iceland. I am now writing the next part of the story.

Dear Heima ...

Dear Heima

Dear Heima